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Show Poetry that Lifts and Saves Just as we had read and clipped a poem, two lines of which are, Where are our poets, keepers of our glory. Where are the prophets who can tell our story? we went to the radio and heard actor Muni read Edna St. Vin-. Vin-. ent Milay s great poem, "The Murder of Lidicie," and then we fully realized that the nation has the poet and the lay pro-' pro-' f phet, who has spoken most beautifuly and eloquently and powerfully pow-erfully against the crime of the ages, which should shame the cowards who dard not speak. And then we read another great poem, which ehould appeal to those who wonder where God is and why He does not act. We gi 7e but a few selected lines. "What is thy will for the people, God? When wilt thou come to save the earth?" And the Lord God whispered and snid to me: ' No help shall come from the scarlet skies Till the people rise! Till the people rise My arm arm is weak; I cannot speak till the people speak; WThen men are dumb My voice is dumb I cannot come till my people come, r When I dreamed the dream of Liberty '" I planned a people to utter Me. f Tip they, not I, who have forgot, i And war is drinking the living lot. 3 If the people rise, if the people rise, I will answer them from the swarming skies, They are my mouth, my breath, my soul, I wait their summons to make me whole. When they dare to rise, , Yes, all my people, everywhere. Not till their spirit break the curse rij Can I claim my own in the universe." m -m |